It was all one and the same to some degree, wasn't it? Although Felwinter referred to those of Earth, there were people here who needed help just the same. Things would have been much simpler if it had been simply an abduction to a place far from a selfish A.I. father. Peace here was an illusion, broken easily by experiences that had no right to happen under natural circumstances. At least you could try to run from a rain of meteors.

"I- what?" Again Stark caught him off guard as he swiveled his head towards the man. He stared at him, either until Stark abandoned his melodrama or it seemed he wouldn't budge until he got an answer. He turned and walked alongside the table, his helmet angling just slightly enough as he looked down at the crate that sat there, nearly pushed beneath it.

"...there's a village at the foot of my mountain," he said. "The people were under the protection of the previous warlord." He gestured at the sad, wilting selection of crops that barely filled the beaten crate. "A woman came up with a tribute some time after I claimed this place. She's the one who called me a warlord, though I made no such claim of the title."